Page 44 of Till Kingdom Come

I moaned and he smiled at me, carding his fingers through my hair. “We have all the time in the world now,” he said. “I was so afraid you’d really left me.”

“You’re mine, Killian, and I never give up on what belongs to me. You’d do well to remember that.”

Smiling and trembling, Killian opened his arms to me and began kissing and caressing me. I enjoyed it, but I had other plans for him.

I flipped him to his stomach and ran my tongue from his balls up to his entrance and listened to him making that noise again that was halfway between a scream and a howl. He was trying desperately to get away, but I just pulled him back and continued. He tasted so sweet I was afraid I’d spill my seed right then before I got inside him. Somehow, I held on and continued driving him out of his mind. I knew he loved how it felt but his mortal upbringing made him think this was wrong. It embarrassed him.

Meanwhile, my body was humming with desire for him. I placed one hand at the top of his ass and used my fingers to spread his cheeks wide open while my other hand reached between his legs and pulled his cock back toward me. When I had him right where I wanted him, I admired the delicious sight spread out in front of me. His quivering, twitching hole, his sensitive taint, his balls and the plump head of his cock. Starting with his leaking crown, my tongue swiped and swirled, moved up to mouth his balls, teasing him, and then dived straight into his tight pucker.

He cried out and tried to move away, but my hold on his cock kept him firmly in position. My mouth worked his most sensitive spots, sometimes nipping with my teeth…sometimes sucking…sometimes swirling my tongue. Killian made way too much noise the entire time. His fingers fisted and unfisted the sheet beneath him. He begged me, as his back arched gracefully. He tried desperately to pull away and then tried to push back against my mouth. As I pleasured him, I listened to him slowly coming undone.

When he finally collapsed in exhaustion, I positioned myself between his thighs. I reached for the bottle of oil on the table beside the bed—helpfully supplied by the servants I supposed. Pushing one of his legs up, I eased in a well-oiled finger. We both groaned and he cried out again, begging me this time. By the time I added another finger, much, much later, he was already almost a puddle on the bed. But when he felt the second finger enter, he arched his back, widened his eyes, and came all over again.

I bent to kiss him and made soothing sounds against his mouth, but I didn’t stop or slow down—I didn’t think either of us could have at that point. I continued to rock my fingers inside him and pulled him up to me as he cried out. I had no idea it would feel this good to be inside him again, and I lost control a little. Thankfully, I had great recovery powers. I soothed his cries and petted and kissed him until he began to want more. It was a testament to his youth and maybe his Fae strength that he was able to climax again. He turned his head and licked the corner of my mouth, and I gently bit his bottom lip.

“I love the way you make love to me, darling,” he said.

Darling?He’d never called me that name before, and I wasn’t sure I liked it. It was a mortal word, said to someone a mortal was in love with, the way I understood it. I didn’t know that I wanted to be someone’sdarling,or even if I knew what that meant. It seemed to me that the word had strings attached. What did such a word entail, anyway? Did it promise things I didn’t necessarily need or want? Things I might not have inside me to give? I thought it probably asked a lot of a relationship that had only just begun. And it hadn’t started because of any love on my part either. I’d had to harden my heart against that emotion a long time ago and I think it had dried up.

Boldly, he gripped me and murmured to me. “I want this inside me.”

Did he now? I parted his thighs, and I pushed him over on his back. Then I lined myself up and pushed in, gently but insistently, not stopping when he cried out. Not stopping until I’d filled him. After a moment, the discomfort seemed to ease some for him, and I lay still inside him, letting him get used to this feeling of being full. Listening to his heartbeat…my nostrils filled with his scent.

When he began to beg me to move, todosomething, I pulled out and pushed back in hard, impaling him, thrusting against him and reminding him of who he was in this relationship. I wanted more of him, and I was suddenly in a frenzy of need. I put a hand on his hip to hold him in place, because I couldn’t get close enough to him somehow, and the heat was curling in my belly again and tingling along my spine. I sat back, pulling him up with me so that he was impaled on me and sitting in my lap. I thrust upward again and again with power and strength, making him sob and cry out. I put my hand on him to stroke him and he began to come at my first touch, and this time I came right along with him. And for just a few moments, I was buried deep inside him, and I never wanted it any other way. His mouth opened in a silent “o,” a wordless cry.

I held him tightly afterwards, his head falling down on my shoulder, and I could feel his heart bumping rapidly against my chest. We sat there together until I softened and rolled him off my lap and over onto his back, his body limp and boneless. I rolled over too, so I could be closer to him. I put a leg over his, and after a long while, we made love again. And again and again, until he was totally mine, totally under my control again. When it was over, he fell back on the pillow, almost insensible. I gave him a little rest and then I kissed him awake.

“We need to talk about this Regency council you came up with andassignedme to.”

“Hmm?” he said, groggy and still half-asleep. “No, I didn’t assign you to it. I haven’t actually made up my mind about it yet. Actually, this whole thing was your idea.”

Myidea? Infuriating child!“What are you talking about? How in the world do you figure that?”

“We were talking, and you said that King Edward had a Regent’s council, and I thought, what a good idea. That might solve everything.”

“First of all, we weren’t talking; we were arguing. And I never said that such a thing would be right for you. I told you to tell them that I’d be your Regent—the way things should be. And I certainly don’t remember you saying any of that would be a ‘good’ idea. In fact, we both got angry, and I walked out shortly after that.”

“But I’ve thought about it, and you explained to me that the entire council would make the decisions instead of just one person. That would allow me to have Hendris and his head councilor, whose name is Lord Harrill, by the way, as well asyou.And then you can name someone that you trust to help us, and we’ll have a full Regent’s Council. And that way everyone will be happy.”

“I think I can assure you with little fear of contradiction that no one will be happy, least of all me. Hendris’s face looked as if he were sucking a sour pickle as you made your big announcement.”

“Oh, it did not.”

“It most certainly did. And mine probably did as well. I don’t agree with this decision, Killian, and I’m not interested in the job you assigned me to. I have my own kingdom to worry about.”

“Oh, you’re just being difficult now. If being one of a council of four is too burdensome a task, then how did you expect to do it all by yourself?”

“Maybe I simply don’t feel like arguing with those Elves about every little thing.”

“You don’t know that will happen, but if it worries you, then you’ll have someone on your side to help you. Someone who’s knowledgeable and that you can choose. Then it will be two against two, and I can break the tie.”

“It would serve you right if I did that.”

“You’re not listening to me. I want you to. Choose whomever you like as the fourth Regent council member.”

“Very well then. I choose my father, King Larek.”

He stared at me with huge eyes, not sure if I were serious. When he decided I was, he nodded, held his chin high and said, “Certainly, if that’s who you want. Go right ahead. It will be a wonderful council, with two kings and a royal prince to advise me. Though it does seem…”

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